The Final Installment
Here it is: the long-awaited, much belated final installment in the saga of the skirt. My unofficial completion date was the day before school started. After my previous post, I realized that I was getting down to the wire; school started the 14th. The knitty powers that be were on my side, though, and I…
Few things are more distressing than trying to get some blogging done in the quiet of early morning and discovering that the Internet is down. Not permanently down: down until the power strip that the router is plugged into gets switched back on. Por desgracia, the router and its power strip are in Hermanita’s room,…
Fresh Out of Words
So here are some pictures of Monita in her bolero. And there you have it, the world’s crummiest knitblog entry.
Need More Knitting Time?
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Christmastime Is Here
All right–I have gotten over my Calmer tizzy (that statement is loaded with irony) and I am quite pleased. Seeing the Fiery Bolero finished, tiny as it is, somehow made all the stress, the entire days and late nights spent finishing it, the feeling that my triceps was going to peel itself off the bone…
I can’t take it anymore. I have been home sick all day (thank you, Hermanita), and in an effort to feel useful, I have been working on the Fiery Bolero. As of right now, I could die, be reincarnated, and live out that life without ever seeing a single milligram of Rowan Calmer, and that…
I Just Don’t Know What to Do With Myself
Like the Burt Bacharach song (but the White Stripes’ cover). Back in the throes of the semester, I was sure that when I reached this point, I would feel like walking through the streets of Paris singing We’re Here like Fyfe Dangerfield. But that’s not the case at all. I’ve spent the last three days…
And this weekend I’ll be far away. Santa Monica, to be exact. I *love* traveling to California. Firstly, it’s usually a roadtrip, which gives me hours of scenery watching, knitting–whatever. Secondly, our California trips are usually undertaken at transistional points in the year. At semester’s end, they’re a celebration of freedom. At semester’s start, they’re…
Rome is Burning
If one is trying to highlight the Roman emporer Nero’s insanity, the anecdote about him playing his fiddle while Rome burned is a good one. There are lots of others, but this is the one I remember. It came to mind today in particular. If ancient historians had not left ample evidence that Nero was…
Isn’t this the most amazing thing ever? Not my knitting–obliterated by blocking are nearly a dozen fudges. I mean the fact that this shawl is off the needles and blocked. I am thrilled to death. Right now, I expected to be glancing balefully at my corner piled high with UFOS and shuffling along on the…